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Cottoncandy9128 her name is Chandra Aleena, but people that know her well call her Ally. Did I update soon enough for you? Hope you like this chapter.

Longbottomzgirl (love the pen name BTW very cool. Harry Potter rocks my socks) Oh, there will be main characters that aren't percussionists don't worry! I would have made Ally play a different instrument, but it will be very important to the plot that she's a drummer. Yeah, you'll see latter. wink wink

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Chapter 5- I'm NOT a percussionist!

I drove my Civic into the fine arts wing parking lot at exactly 6 o'clock P.M. I had went to great strides that I wasn't late to my first ever band practice. I though I should to make a good impression of myself, even though I really didn't want to be there. As I got out of my car, I heard the sound of the marching band warming up. I looked franticly at my watch.

6:01

Was there some unwritten rule that said that all the band kids had to be there early or something? I rushed into the band room, hoping that someone would be there to tell me where to go. When I walked into the doors, I heard loud arguing coming from the office of Mr.Glock.

"Glock, you know me and Katrina didn't take the gong!" said an annoying voice, very loudly.

Honestly, where they still arguing about the stupid gong that Michael had been so considered about earlier?

"Yeah, Jules and I were at Sarah the Mello's party after the game on Friday. We have an.....erm.....what's my word? Yeah! Alibi," said the voice that probably belonged to the girl called Katrina.

I slowly opened the door, hoping not the disturb anything. As I looked into the office, I saw the most peculiar bunch of people that I had ever seen in my life. On the lumpy couch sat three girls. The one on the furthest right had blonde hair that was cropped short. She was lanky and skinny and probably very tall. She was one of the prettiest girls that I had ever seen. She looked like she should have been in a fashion show instead of at marching band practice.

Next to her sat a short sort of chubby girl with strawberry blonde hair. She was the kind of person that you wouldn't want to bother at a bar. On the opposite end, there was a girl who wore the funniest turtle shelled glasses that I had ever seen a person wear out in public. She had on a baggy Sunny Slopes High tee shirt and some care bare pajama pants. Apparently, she really didn't care about how she looked at all.

A big bulky guy lay on the colorful rug in the middle of the office's floor. He was looking at the ceiling, a very concentrated look on his face. It didn't look as though he was paying attention at all. He kind of looked like the type that got confused rather often.

Sitting in the corner of Mr.Glock's office sat Michael and a girl that I thought that I might know. The girl had very long straight brown hair that came down past her waist. She and Michael were playing cards. I couldn't help but notice the disgusting expression of longing that came across the girl's face every single time she looked a Michael. She looked like a lion right before it was to get a dinner of freshly killed zebra.

All of the talking stopped when I entered the room. Mr.Glock looked up from his sheet music that he had been reading. Michael and the long haired girl had stopped playing cards. They were all staring at me. Suddenly, the short dimpy one spoke up.

"Alright, Mr.G, who's the freak with the black spiky hair?" She said, looking at me, in disgust. I wanted to give her a really dirty look, but I thought better off it.

"Um, Pit percussion, I would like you to meet you new Marimba player, Cecilia Davis," Mr.Glock said, a bit awkwardly.

I smiled as nicely as I could, trying to look friendly.

"Isn't Cecilia Davis that one really hot chick that plays tennis?" Said the kid that as lying on the floor.

"I, um, used to play tennis until a shoulder injury caused me to stop playing. So, now I'm here," I laughed. I was still standing in the doorway.

"I stand by ,my proclamation Michael," Mr. Glock said with a big grin as he got up from his desk and walked over to me, "Drummers have no courtesy. Kids please introduce your selves to Cecilia."

He put his hand on my shoulder and led me over to the couch.

"Scoot over, Samantha," he said to the turtle shelled glasses girl. She gave him very annoyed look. However, she did scoot over enough to allow me to sit down.

I sat, smiling at her. She didn't return my smile.

"Go ahead and start us off, Katrina."

The blonde skinny girl nodded.

"Um, hi! I'm Katrina Borkins and I play vibes. Oh and I'm a senior," She said as she smiled warmly. She seemed nice enough.

"Hey, I'm Juliet Willet; almost everyone calls me Julie or Jules. I'm a sophomore and I am playing tympani this year," Said the chubby girl, with out emotion.

"Samantha Lovegore, Junior, this year I'm playing vibes, though usually I play xylo," Said turtle shelled glasses girl, in a snob like manner. I didn't think that we where going to get along very well.

"Hey, I'm Matt Yolfright, I play the triangle and I'm not even joking," Said the kid on the floor, with pride, "I'm a junior. Nice to meet you Cecile!"

"Cecilia!" I said, annoyed. I hate it when people call me Cecile. I hate that name.

"Hi, I'm Keldy Hiliger. I play Marimba and I'm a freshman," Said the long haired girl that had been playing cards with Michael "Are you going to be replacing Janelle?"

I was getting ready to answer her when...

"And you already know me," Said Michael, cutting off Keldy with a smile. I smiled back.

"Well, gang, now that we all know each other, I thin that we need to star moving our stuff out to the practice field," Said Mr.Glock.

"Guys, leave the big annoying Marimba inside," Said Michael, "I need to teach Cecilia her music. I guess there no point in bringing out my Xylo either."

"Yeah, sure, whatever, Michael," Said, Juliet, "Have fun!"

She smiled then she laughed and ran off.

"Shut up Julie!" Michael yelled.

I could help but find the whole situation just a bit amusing.